Arise my soul arise

Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands,

My name is written on His hands.

Five bleeding wounds He bears, received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers, they strongly plead for me;

“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry.

“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,

“nor let that ransomed sinner die!”

The Father hears Him pray, His dear Anointed One;

He cannot turn away the presence of His Son;

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

To God I’m reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear;

He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear;

With confidence I now draw nigh,

And, “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.